The Perfect WomanThe perfect woman Stands with silverine plastic lips Closed to all, but her lovers’ seed. The perfect woman Is a perfect lover, and only moves In the breathe of her lover. The perfect womanThe Perfect Woman
Is a bending monument To the ideals of perfection. The perfect woman Is a model of flawlessness And faultlessness. A mold that simply Does not exist.
Thought Process not actualityShe’ll never be good for anyone. So she writes what is simple, and what is pure. She is one that has become damaged goods. All that she loves and all that she has ever loved Has been tried and tested and passed. She failed them.Thought Process not actuality
In the end she was too broken and too faithful To keep anyone while she put herself back together.
It never did anyone any good: her love. She never did anyone any good. Her words, strength, and her love failed her.
Always finding a way to fuck a good thing up. Especially when she wanted and cared enough. It was better to leave those she
Cable LinesShe lives in a world Where TV emulates life, And he can’t stand toCable Lines
Change channels. She’d rather not have that Blue light glow through Her eyes, and he sees reruns All to familiar. She’s running through the cable line She’s burning down her bridges She fighting all the bad guys And she might be winning. She’s giving what she has All the better parts of life Wanting to go through the door Not ready to get in to the fight. Her sound system blares In audible silence As the tears of sorrow Start to flow. The TV’s on mute
undefinedshe moves with the tragic grace of thirteen years of definition. now i recognize the motions now i see the steps like i've not seen in half a decade, since before the origin of my own definition. she jerks and flows in the old patterns, those that awoke me, made me (see and feel and learn) know i was me, unknown before, now shown clear by lack of definition. undefined, i drew my lines and never thought... every time this creature "i" defied, she fell behind and paid the cost, burn by burn, for my ungrateful definition.undefined
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particularthe way i miss you is unreal. the though occurs to me that you won't feel the same, but it's bizarre that i don't care. happy thinking's gotten easy i forget that the particulars in particular that confuse the issue of us get in my way and the particulars that i prefer, in particular, to remember float to the forefront. the ache i feel and don't feel in your absence is unreal. only a candlemark's turn away and all i think isn't particularly clear on where we are in relative geographic positions particularly when all i thinkparticular
MoreTo remember a day in a year is to remember a minute in an hour. And to name a star in the sky is to name a seed in a flower. To sing a note in a song is to sing a word in a letter. And to make the sun hotter is to make the ocean even wetter. To heal the cured with a touch is to heal the dead with a kiss. And to love the unloved with a whole heart is to love the devil and not miss. To want more when you have nothing at all is to want nothing when you love what you got. And to want nothing when you have nothing isMore
(**We Owe Each Other the World**)
Kathryn
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oh but yus. i soooo got it. ^__^
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